I woke up in the middle of the night and wandered downstairs to find Hook sitting in a chair facing the fire, grasping a glass of whiskey in his good hand.

"Hook?" I said softly.

"Yes, love?" He asked in a quiet tone.

"Why are you up so late?" I asked as I walked over to him.

"I don't want to fall asleep..." He sighed.

"Why not? That's silly." I replied as I sat on the bear skin rug in front of the fire.

"Just dreams...dreams I'd rather not face for a while." He said.

"Gonna have to face them someday...maybe they'll go away." I shrugged.

"Doubt it." He mumbled as he raised his glass to his lips and finished off the contents. Not once had he looked at me yet, his eyes fixated on the fire.

"A-are you ok?" I probed. I didn't know why I cared. But, it was in my nature to be kind...even to those that didn't deserve it.

"Course, love..." He mumbled.

"You're lying..." I accused gently.

"You don't truly care." He said.

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't want to help." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Hook sighed and turned to look at me finally.

"Fine...I'm lonely. Big, bad Captain Hook is bloody lonely. Kidnapped a beautiful woman...because he wanted companionship. There, love? Satisfied?" He asked.

My face softened at that. I wasn't the only one in this house who was lonely after all.

"Why lonely?" I asked him.

"I lost someone...long ago. I've not been the same since. With the loss of her, I lost my heart...my soul. Everything." He admitted sadly.

"Tell me about her?" I asked softly. He nodded slightly and leaned forward in his chair, his elbows resting on his knees as he began to speak of Milah, the woman he lost. The woman he once loved.

"Ever been in love, Cynthia?" He asked softly. I nodded.

"How'd it feel?" He asked.

"It was miserable." I admitted in a hushed voice.

"Why miserable?" He probed. I paused and closed my eyes, tears starting to well in them.

"He didn't love me back." I said finally. He nodded slowly.

"I guess, I have nothing to feel bad about then...at least I was given memories of the good times Milah and I shared. I guess that's better than nothing." Hook said gently.

"You're lucky." I said softly as I rose from the ground and started to leave the room.

"Lucky?" He asked.

"At least you have that." I replied as I climbed the stairs.